There are moments when one special friend makes a difference that noone else can, a friend understands the unspoken words in your heart....you always knew what i was thinking, how i was feeling n what i was about to say i amso glad that i had you in my life and grateful the rest of my life that u were the special brother in mine..i love you norm forever and ever.Love Always Your sister Karin.xoxo

To our beloved angel who left us all too soon and before we could get to know you. You are in our thoughts and prayers every minute and will love you forever. Our only consolation is that PaPa is there to take care of you and we are sure of that. You are a beautiful, blonde haired baby and your pictures will remain in our minds always. We love you Claire, Gramma, Mommy, Daddy, Caitlin and Morgan.

We miss him very much! He will always be remembered, especially for his outgoing laugh. Every person who was fortunate enough to be in his presence was truly blessed. He could always find some humor in a situation when needed. He had many friends who loved him very much. Kirby never failed to make friends anywhere he traveled. Our family will always be grateful for all the love his friends displayed when he was ill. We know he truly appreciated the showing of love in his time of need. We will deerly miss him! We love you, Kiby! Leveta, Edward, Joseph, and David.

This man will be sadly missed. He deserved better than an early death. There
is so much more he wanted to do. His message to you ----------- Do it now,
you are a long time dead. Thinking of the happy times, the teaching and
the respect for you. He never thought he would be on the Internet!!!!! He
is! God Bless, See ya! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

In memory of my father in law,who was a wonderful person,always
smiling and putting others first. His family will miss him deeply and
his loss will be felt for a long time.There are not many people who
leave this earth who leave their mark behind.I can truly say he did.

My Tia Franita was a big part of my life when I was younger. I though of
her as my third grandmother. She was was small and fierce and wise. She smoked
cigarettes, and called me Tommy (I can still remember her voice, about to
make some pronouncement) but treated me like a grown up and paid attention
to me. We had conversations about many things (I wish I remembered more of
the details, I have such a bad memory for these things... I remember things
in flashes, moments that stick in my mind and are associated with people
or things). I remember her standing in my Uncle Shelley's kitchen one year,
dressed in her bright Mexican colors, puffing away on a cigarette, lecturing
me on something or other. I think it was about college. Several times a year,
and always during the Christmas season we would visit either her and Papa
Hal (who passed away when I was very young) in their hotel room at the Pacific
Shores Hotel in Santa Monica (I always thought it was curious that they
lived in a hotel... only now do I make the connection to the fact that they
lived in Mexico most of the time), or later, her son's house. She is a part
of some of the most meaningful moments of my life growing up, and when she
passed away, a part of my life went with her. She died earlier this year.
I visited her in the convalescent home shortly before that, and I still
can't think about it without crying. It was even harder than when I visited
my grandfather the day before he died, because he could at least speak to
me (however gaunt and exhausted he was). She was always such a vibrant, vividly
alive person, and at that point she could barely say hello to me. I spoke
to her for a while... I know that if she could've spoken back to me, she
would have offered useful and opinionated advice. What I remember: a corner
of the room in the hotel would always have an elaborate diorama with Mexican
themes. It fascinated me, just like my Uncle Royce's train settings that
he brought out during the holiday season did (when I was young, I had so
many Uncles and Aunts, all of my parents friends). She surrounded herself
with art and books, when she lived with a son of hers later one, her bedroom
had paintings on the wall, and pieces of artwork and books all over. She
was an incredible woman who lived a vibrant and full life all the way up
to the end, and it was a privilege to have known her and been a part of it.
If I can live a life even half as filled with love and adventure and friendship
as she did, I will be satisfied. I will cherish and honor my Auntie Franita's
memory forever. Thomas Leavitt, February, 1999

margaret McAuliffe was born in liverpool england to james and elizabeth McAuliffe
,she was married to carl Hensley in england in 1954 and come to the states
she has three daughters carol turner,patricia hardin ,and Brenda Norris,two
sons carl james hensley,donald hensley 10 grandchildren and 14 great grandchildren
and she is loved and missed by all, you were a beautiful person and you toughed
so many lifes in the short time god allowed us to have you,we all love and
miss you so much,

"Our Precious Baby Girl" Madison was born the second of
twins and had birth defects that ultrasound did not pick up. Her and
her twin sister were flown to Childrens Hospital in Minneapolis. It
was there we found out that our Maddie had Goldenhar Syndrom. After 2
surgeries,one of which was open heart surgery and 13 days our sweet
baby girl went home to be with Jesus. Madison is missed very much by
her Mom and Dad, her 6 year old sister Cassandra, her 2 year old
brother Joshua and her twin sister Allison. Madison Louise McBride
will forever be in our hearts!

"The Weenie Wonder". You were just my tiny younger sister, barely
grazing the 5-foot mark. How does such a little squirt like you make such
a profoundly large impact in our lives? You know, Sal, after you died, Mom
and I were talking together on the phone about you. As if her grief isn't
shattering enough, she said to me, "I can't imagine what you're going
through... you two defined eachother." For a younger sister, you certainly
have had a big role in shaping my ideas, my habits, and my moods, not to
mention my sense of humor. And now your death is redefining my spirituality
as well. When you first died, I truly believed what Nalini had written in
her "Victim Statement": that a beautiful day was a day wasted in
a world without Sally. Sometimes I still feel this way. On the bad days,
I feel like a part of me died with you that day. But, more often than not,
I think of that part of your spirit which remains in me. It coerces me into
revelling in the sunny days. I hope that I never again take them for granted.
And you know, no one appreciates a long stretch of highway, a tent, and a
full tank of gas the way you did, and now I aspire to be an "intrepid
explorer" as well. Here I am, following in my younger sister's footsteps.
Strange how life unfolds. When I was far away in Japan, I remember trying
to call you in Boulder. Your roommates reported that they had no idea where
you were, and that they had neither seen nor heard from you for days. When
you returned with your Husky "Heyduke" a week later, you casually
mentioned that you'd gone out to buy milk, but got seduced by the road, and
kept driving until you had reached Tuscon, AZ, 18 hours south. Mom probably
never knew until she got the bill for her gas card! That's livin', Sal.
L.I.V.I.N. You were only 23 when you died, which begs the question: how
did you learn so quickly to make every day count? Gramsy can attest to
the fact that she knows more than her share of cranky 80 year-olds who haven't
figured these life lessons out yet. Maybe the rest of us just need more time
than you did. I think that Brother Ben was right when he said, "I'm
just graduating from junior high school this year, but you know, Sally graduated
from life early because she was so good at it." You sure were. You
had life down to an art. You had an incredible knack for making everyone
you met feel special, loved, relaxed, and happy. As Benjy said at your funeral,
you knew everyone's deepest darkest secrets, not because you asked people,
but because people were drawn to you like a magnet, and felt compelled to
tell you everything because you were so nonjudgemental and trustworthy. Well,
be assured that I'm doing my best to carry on in your stead. You may be
dead, but I can learn from your examples. And until we meet again, I hope
you continue exploring your path, so that sometime you can share new, uncharted
territory with me. Your road goes on foreverl. I love you, Sal. Sensei P.S.
In your spare time, keep visiting me in my dreams.

In Loving Memory of my dear mother, who lives in our hearts everyday. "The
tragedy of life isn't so much what we suffer but rather what we miss."
Always in our hearts. Always on our mind. Until we meet again in heaven.
Have a Nice Forever.

Kathleen M McCahey, 47, of South Fair St, a librarian for the
Providence Public Library system for 20 years, died at home. She was
the daughter of Joseph B and Margaret M (Sullivan) McKenna of East
Providence, she lived in East Providence before moving to Warwick in
1978. She received a bachelor's degree from RI College in 1971 and a
MLS degree from the University of RI in 1974. She was a member of the
RI Library Association and President of the Providence Public Library
Staff Association. She was also a reference librarian at RI
College.

Besides her parents, she leaves two
daughters, Caroline McCahey and Shelagh McCahey, both of Warwick,
three sisters, Superior Court Judge Maureen McKenna Goldberg of South
Kingston, Margaret G Neubauer of Providence, and Ellen McKenna of
North Smithfield; and three brothers, Patrick J McKenna of Rumford,
Joseph W McKenna of Linclon and William E McKenna of
Cumberland.

She was buried at the Gate of Heaven
Cemetery in East Providence.

Kathleen was a constant source of support emotionally for all of the
Knight Memorial Library Staff. We will never be able to express the
amount of gratitude for her support. Her mortal earthly life may have
been breif compared to other lives, but her this life was
significant, strong, bright, kind, loving, and helpful. We will
always keep her in our hearts.

Nash, we don't know what is was that made you fly away. I had such high
hoes for you. You left in a whisper, without fanfare or drama. Goodbye
was never even said. You join your gramma and grandpa and your sibling -
Tennessee. How Mommy and Daddy love you both. How sad we are that you are
no longer here with us. Yours and Tennessee's deaths were so different.
It affects the way we remember, the way we feel about the passing... but
not our love for you. You are our children. We love you both more than
words can ever say. You are not another pair of names on this list. You
are our babies and the most important people in our world. Gramma and Grampa,
take care of our children. Tell them the stories of us that we would have
told of you. Hold Tenny close for the extra love we would have given. Tell
Nash we can understand. We love you all. - Ashli & Bubba

The day my grandfather died was the saddest day of my life.
He died before he could see what I made of my life. I wish
I had the chance to share it with him. He deserved the better
things in life. He gave others so much.

William M. McCance better known as Billy or Hill Billy, was a great father and friend to anyone that knew him. his best friend, of 26 years, Frank Piel probably knew him best. The two of them were inseperatable. They lived down the street from each other for close to 17 years and when they moved a way from that small town of Ferguson they ended up in an appartment across the hall from one another.
Of course like all friends they had falling outs but they never lasted long. So how after close to 30 years of having a best friend that has be so close do you move on after not being able to say goodbye.
Billy's two child are the spitting image of him. Little Reese is exactly like his father, sweet and kind to everyone, loves the out doors and just being a true boy. Both Kiley and Reese know their father is now an angel watching over them. The rest of the family takes pride in knowing Billy is with us every day and Debbie his mom is in very high spirits knowing her mother is there to take care of him.
In all the years I have known the family they have grown to be part of my own. So what can I say Bill except there are clowns to the left of me and jokers to the right, And here I am stuck in the middle with you.

Put out that fag Da, it's doing you no good, put out that fag Da,you know you
should, put out that fag Da it"ll be the death of you yet, it
was, Goodnight
Da We miss you loads, till we meet again all my love and fondest memories
Geo

To my mother, who has been gone for almost 28 years: Not a day goes by that
I do not think about you. You were the sweetest, most loving mother and even
though you were taken from us three days after my sixth birthday, I still
remember all the love you gave me and my brother and sister. I will carry
you in my heart until we meet again someday. I don't know what could have
been going through your mind knowing that you were dying and having to leave
us. But know that your children are happy and you have eight beautiful grandchildren.
I know you are watching over them. I miss you Mom and I love you. "A
Valediction Forbidding Mourning". Your youngest

Goodbye for now
Your life on earth is through
I love everything about you
I want you to know it is true
I can't see you now
But I know you are here
I can feel your love
But I can't seem to wipe away the tears
You had something special
That few people know or shared
But everyone always new
Just how much you cared
So rest in peace Mom
I'll think of you till I see you again
I love you so much now
And I will love you just as much then.
We love and miss you Mom,
Shane, Mikelyn, Kale, Heidi, and Eddie

In Loving Memory of my much loved and adored Husband Terry. A bright star
in the hearts who knew him, may you rest in eternal peace my love knowing
that you were loved by so many.I miss you so much darling, but your forever
close to my heart... In Loving Memory of our wonderful and courageous Dad...
Your memory is our keepsake With which we'll never part, God has you in his
keeping We have you in our hearts. Rest is Yours...Sweet Rememberance is
Ours... Watch over us always Dad for you are our brightest star... Lovingly
remembered by your wife Maria, your Children and Family... Here's lots of
butterfly kisses and cuddles for you Poppy. Always Remembered...Always Loved...So
Sadly Missed

To our precious little Angel Lili who died at home in my arms aged 5years
old. Her short life has shaped ours forever, she was born with WAG syndrome,
but she learnt to crawl, walk and run eventually. It seemed so cruel that
she should develop cancer on top of everything else. Her memory lives on
forever in all our hearts we continue to work in our own ways to continue
our love for her. through Compassionate Friends and working with other children
with disabilities. We will soon all be together in Heaven All our love Mum,
Dad, Simon, Kirsty, Adam, Mark and our new little ones Sharon and Daniel

Ms. Oseola McCarty, the then 87-year-old washerwoman -- whose $150,000 donation
to the University of Southern Mississippi from her life's savings, to provide
scholarships for African Americans in need of financial assistance to continue
their education sparked national attention in 1995, passed away on September
26, 1999, after a bout with cancer.

In response to the national media frenzy, she put it simply,
"I want to help somebody's child go to college - I just want it to
go to someone who will appreciate it and learn. I'm old and I'm not going
to live always."

"I didn't know how to do it," she says, "but
I wanted to fix up a scholarship at USM so young people could get their education.
You can't do nothing nowadays without an education. I don't regret one penny
I gave. I just wish I had more to give."

Thank you, Ms. McCarty for
your humbleness and selfless act. There should be more people like you,
in today's world of suffering, crime, violence, racism and hatred. You were
an inspiration to us all and we will never forget you! May you rest in
peace

We can only pray that the Joy and peace of seeing you again, will match the
sense of total loss and pain that we hold in our hearts since the day of
your passing. Missing You Still... My Loving Husband - Linda - our Loving
Father - John and Joseph McClain.

Dear Father,Grandfather, we are in constant search of
your background and other possible family members.
You were shot down early in life, gone but you will
never be forgotten. Your Daughter, Nellie, and Grand-daughter, Jeannie J.

Mother, you will never know the void that your passing has left in my life.
I miss you more each passing day. Things happen every day that I wish I
could share with you. It has been two years and I still pick up the phone
to call you when I have good news about the kids. Watching you suffer and
die made me realize that things that I considered important don't seem that
important anymore. My whole outlook on life has changed and I see things
much differently. Thank you for your love and support. I will love you
always. Teresa

My precious Daddy died October 3. He was so special. He was the sort of
man who would give you the shirt off his back or his bed to sleep in if you
needed it more than he did. He loved the outdoors, fishing, kids and his
family. He had the greenest thumb of any man I ever knew. He could make
anything grow. The biggest thing he ever grew, though, was my love for him.
He lived 72 years, but it wasn't nearly long enough with him. I know he
isn't suffering anymore. His last few weeks were horrendous, but I still
miss him terribly and would give my right arm to see him again. I have cried
a million tears, and more seem to come. I wish the whole world could be
like Daddy. He was gentle and kind and loving. Daddy, I miss you more than
life itself. I love you with all my heart. Your daughter, Teresa

Michael, The day you left me I couldn't believe you were gone. How could
this be? How could we be parted so soon. The feelings I have for you will
never end. When I think of you it brings tears to my eyes and an emptiness
that will never be filled. You were not only my lover, but my best friend.
All My Love Peggy

My aunt Fran was like a second mother to me. Watching her health deteriorate
so quickly as her heart and lungs wore out was one of the most difficult
experiences of my life. But I remember her laughter, her frank and direct
manner, and her spirit, and am grateful to have had her as a mentor. Fran,
I think of you so often: when I share a bottle of Riesling or eat canneloni,
when I hear a snippet of "Oh Danny Boy", when I walk up the hill
on George St., or when I catch a glimpse of your favourite "dragon"
sweatshirt in my closet. Rest well and know that I love you.

Our Johnny was a ray of sunshine. He was a funloving, loving, tender soul who brought laughter and music into our lives. His best legacies are our children and they know how much their daddy loved them.
Johnny left us too soon but will continue to live in our hearts, for ever and ever.
We miss you, Johnnybear!

Anne Pancarey McCormick was the only child of Charles and Catherine Pancarey. Born in the Italian section of South Philadelphia, she married Thomas William McCormick on June 30, 1956. They had five children: Michael, Anne, Susan, Patti, and Kathy. Anne worked for the Archdiocese of Philadelphia at the Arch Bishop Ryan School for the Deaf for over 20 years. She died on Friday evening, November 6, 1992 with all of her children and her husband by her side. Her kindness and intelligence continue to direct her children to this day.

To our wonderful gift from God. Even though you were only with us a
short time, we felt blessed to have you. Although we don't always
understand why things happen the way they do, we have to trust that
there is a reason for everything. It was hard letting you go, but we
know you are in heaven and everything is much better. I know you
look down and watch over us. It was a long time before we were able
to accept your death and look to the future. I know that you know you
have a beautiful, healthy, baby sister. She too, is a precious gift
from God. And the best part of all is that she was born on your
birthday. We love you with all our hearts, and we will never forget
you. One day we will be with you again and hold you and see your
precious little face. love you forever, Mom & Dad

On June 16, 1998, my sister Michelle was murdered by her husband. She had
left him and was staying at a domestic violence shelter in Elkins, WV. Michelle
was attending nursing classes and was trying to make her life better. She
is survived by a seven year old son, Travis, and a 19 month old daughter,
Summer. That is not to mention our Mom and Dad, two sisters (including me),two
brothers, grandmothers, and a whole slew of nieces and nephews. Michelle
will forever be in our hearts. Goodbye dear sister.

" I love you, grandma, " she used to say as around my neck she'd
cling, The love that shone in her big blue eyes to me meant everything. Her
favorite place in the whole wide world was in the middle of our queen size
bed, It was always between her grandpa and me that she wanted to lay her
head. She was such a beautiful baby and also a wonderful child, But sometimes
she would test us and try to drive us wild. God called her to be an angel
when she was only four, But I long for the day when I will hear " I
love you, Grandma," once more. Jessica died with her mother and her
stepfather in a house fire on Sunday morning, September 29, 1985. On that
day my light was turned off for a very long time too. I am now the co-facilitator
for a bereavement support group in Michigan.

Died before his time, on December 5th, at the age of fifty seven years old.

He lived every day of his life to the fullest, and was always the life of the party. He had many adventures over the years, especially during the time he spent working as one of Elvis Presley's bodyguards. He then went on to work at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas for sixteen years, where he shared his skills as a butcher, and made many lifelong friends.
He is survived by his ex-wife Patty, his ex-wife Joan, his sons John Vito, Troy, Dean, Mike and Patrick, his daughters Tanya, Chrissy, Lisa and Sheba, his brother John Fiore, his sister Norma Fiore, and his grandchildren Sam, Jonathan and Amber.

It will be the little things that we’ll all remember: the quiet moments, the hours he would spend sharing stories with us, the laughter, the joy on his face when he ate ice cream, the way he armed himself when he went out, the way he’d wave goodbye when he rode off on his Harley…

And although it may seem hard right now, it will be the memory of these little things
that helps to push away the pain and bring the smiles back again.

Thanks Pops –
We love you so very much..
Always in our hearts, Never forgotten

Born in Oklahma to Charles Augustus McCreeary and Myrtle Crittendon McCreary. A wonderful husband to Coy Dell McCreary, father to Linda Dell McCreary, grandfather (Pap) to Allan Dell McCreary, great-grandfather (Pap) to Allan Felipe McCreary, brother, son, uncle and friend. A very kind and wonderful man still missed by all those who knew him and were blessed to be touched by his life. He died of pulmonary fibrosis after a long hard fought battle of 9 years in Sacramento, California.

A wonderful wife, mother, grandmother [Meme], sister, daughter, aunt and
friend. Still missed by all those who knew her. She died of stomach cancer
after a long hard fought battle for about 18 months in Sacramento, California.

Such a loving, thoughtful, considerate husband! So full of life and fun.
What a joy to be married to you. You are still the "love of my life"
and the pain of losing you has been immeasurable. I am so proud of you for
fighting such a brave battle with cancer. I'll always love you. True love
never dies and someday, in the world beyond this world, I will come, and
I will find you. Forever, Pamie

Dear Daddy,
Its been a few years now since you left me, and I still wake
up crying in the night. I don't understand why you had to
go away. I always thought you'd be here forever. Now it
seems that everythings so strange without you. I was thinking
of one way I could show you that I loved you, because I know
I gave you some hard times during my later-teen years. So now
I put these few words in a place I know you'd want them
to be. In the vast realm of cyberspace. I'm sorry that I
never got to say goodbye, and I'm sorry that I never told
you how much I loved you. You'll always been my Father,
even if not by blood, and I'm proud to be your daughter.
I'll let you rest now dad, because I know you're probably
tired. I Love You!
Christina Marie McCroskey
****If the story was told...only heaven knows....but his hat
seemed to me....like an old halo....and though his wings....were
never seen....I thought that he walked on water - Randy Travis

Mom, there are so many things I would like to say to you. Things like I miss you so much. I wish I could tell you how sorry I am for all the hard times I gave you when I was growing up. I wish I could tell you thank you for always being there for me and always being on my side. I don't feel like I ever said goodbye, because I didn't want you to go. I hope I did the right thing for you when I let them remove the life support. You were a wonderfull mom and grandmother. You worked hard for many years, supporting me on your own for a long time. When you married Bob life got even better, even though I gave him a hard time too. You gave me so much and you never asked for anything in return.Thank you mom for giving me the best childhood and for being my friend when I grew up. I will always love and remember you. Your daughter Tracey

Judy was a kind loving sister-in-law whom I considered to
be a sister. She was always there when I needed her. I dearly
miss her and wish things could have been different.
I love you and I miss you bunches!!. I will see you someday
though.
your friend and sister-in-law,
Lori

Judy you are sadly missed by all your family, especially me.
I miss your charm, laughter, and your good advice. I am sorry
that you were so sick in mind and body, I wish you had talked
out to me and told me this, I believe you would be here today.
I am so sorry that depression took a hold of your life. I will see
you in heaven one day. We love you and think about you always
Lori, Richard, Timmy, Tracy,Ashley, (your daughter and son) Misty, Robert
and your dear devoted husband Rick

You're not dead, you've just crossed o'er,
to a much more beautiful and peaceful shore.
Where you and Jesus walk hand in hand
in that beautiful peaceful land.
And one day soon we'll meet you again,
and we'll all be with Jesus in that life never to end.
There we'll no more pain, sorrow, or grief,for we'll
all be with Jesus living in peace.
So until that day, when God calls us away,
we'll just keep missing you even more every day.
With that blessed assurance of what lies ahead,
that we'll all be together in the end.
Once again we'll see your beautiful smile.
Just wait for us We'll be home in a while.

You did not die, you just passed oe'r,
To a more beautiful and peacful shore.
Where there, you know no more sorrow, no more pain,
and someday real soon, we'll see you again.
So wait for us, Dad, we'll be home in a while,
where once more we'll see your beautiful, loving smile.
For you suffered on earth, but you suffer no more,
For you're up there with Jesus now on that peaceful, golden shore.
And we know down deep in our hearts,
You did not suffer when from us you did part.
For Jesus Himself came and took your hand,
And led you Himself to your promised land.
I know that you know, that we love and
miss you dear,
And will always wish that you were still here,
But we know you are happier there,
In that land so sunny and fair.
So until that day
when God calls us away,
We will keep you alive in our hearts every day.
For we know you did not die,
You just went to your home on high.

Cheston Joseph Mc.Donald, was a true workaholic, who devoted his entire life to
the love and welfare of his family. He always put us first, last, and always.
He was truly the most unselfish man, the best husband, father, grandfather,
and great grandfather that everyone should be blessed enough to have. Nothing
came before or after his family. It is for that reason that he is no longer
with us now. I would just like to say to him now, as he said to me everyday
of his life with un-conditional love. I LOVE YOU TOO, DAD! Sadly missed
by: Your daughter Brenda Mc.Donald Duracher, your son-in-law Aaron Duracher
Sr., your grand-daughter Stacy Duracher LaVergne, your grandsons, Aaron Daniel
Duracher Jr. & Cheston Duracher, and two great-grandsons, Jamie &
Matthew LaVergne

My husband was a very complex, wonderful person. He left this earth at age
52 very suddenly. He had gone from our home in the Midwest to visit his
children in Colorado and then to visit friends in his hometown in Wyoming.
It was there that he died suddenly in his hotel room. I still feel I was
cheated -- not being able to tell him goodbye before he passed. However,
he's still with me in my heart and my life is still happy just having my
memories of him. I know he had accepted Christ as his personal saviour and
since I have also, I can feel assured of being with him again someday.
I love you honey, All my love forever. Helen

It was 4 years ago today that you took your life in such a horrible way. I know you thought you were doing what you felt best, but if we could have only talked. My tears come less frequently now but you are in my heart every day. Your Dad and Connie are doing OK but you can look at them and see the hole in their heart.

You brought such sunshine to everyone you touched. Your classmates all felt so blessed by what you brought to them. If it was the school that gave you the helpless feeling, know that it was your death which finally brought some changes - not enough, but some. And the foundation we established in your name helped. After four suicides in your class it finally stopped, so you helped them all listen to their hearts.

I cannot look at the Colorado mountains without thinking of you. I know you wanted to be in them so much....to hike and to hunt. Derrick finally recovered and has a wonderful daughter, MacKenzie. And Kelly just had another baby - named Elizabeth Logan!

You brought much to our lives, Logan, and you continue to do so. I look forward to being with you again.

Loieta Diane McDonald, my wife of nearly 25 years and the mother of Alison,
Stephen Jr., and Jamie McDonald, left us on February 18, 1998. I had one
week to tell her how much I loved her, but she was on a ventilator and heavily
sedated and I do not know how much she heard and understood. I miss her so
much and long to have her back in my arms. I could accept her loss if I
only knew that she heard me when I told her of my love for her. Loieta was
totally devoted to our children and I can not begin to give them the love
and support that she did. I only hope that she will try to guide us in the
path that she would have us go and that we can be together again one day.
Weeda, I Love You (More than yesterday, Less than tomorrow!)Your Husband,
Stephen Please follow the link to Loieta's Memorial Page

Loieta was my wife, best friend, and the mother of my children. She left
us at the age of 44. Loieta spent the last month of her life on a ventilator
and heavily sedated. Up until that point, we all believed she was making
a recovery. Loieta left us without saying goodbye, and that is the most
difficult thing to deal with after being together for 25 years. I told her
of my love for her repeatedly during her illness and, although I know she
loved me, it would have meant the world to me to be able to hear her tell
me so. With three young children to care for, I am never lonely. But, why
then do I feel so alone? Loieta, I Love You...More than yesterday...Less
than tomorrow. Love,Stephen

A remarkable father and an outstanding husband. Daddy you were the
best! He attended the Texarkana Public Schools. He married Lee
Harris in 1939. Eight children were born - seven sons and one
daughter. He united with the Baptist Church at an early age. He
served as deacon and member of the Senior Choir. He was elected
president of the Ozan/Ingram Neighborhood Council, served as
Secretary/Treasurer of Cotton Belt Freight Union, Chaplin and
treasurer of Booker T. Washington Alumni Association. He worked for
Cotton Belt Railroad for 17 years and Cooper Tire for 19 years.
Daddy, I know your mother is there and your beloved grandmother. I
know you're with old acquaintances who went there before you. I.m
glad the dawn will never fade. I know it will be as fresh millions of
years from now. I smile whenever I think of you.

I love you always Mum, your courage and bravery will forever be my inspiration in life.
Life was rarely gentle to you Mam but you still found a smile for those who loved you and for whom you always cared for, oftentime forgetting your own needs.
You are my Mum, my sister, my dearest friend and I miss you desperately Mam and could never love another or be as proud of anyone in my life as I am of you My Dear Mum.
Please take your rest now pet and as you always said to me 'be kind to yourself', this is your time my dear Mum.
In love and tears
your loving daughter
Tracey xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Christina, how sadly you are missed. I have never gotten over the unbelievable
shock of your sudden death.One minute you were here, talking and laughing
and the next minute the ocean took you from us.How ironic that you left us
at your favorite place, the beach. Its so hard to go there now without thinking
of you! Why did it have to be you that day that God chose ?I really believe
now that Only the good die young because you truly were the best of the best
and the void of your absence will never be filled.I cant even bear to go
to your house and visit because I get truly sick to my stomach, its like
where is Christina, this is her house, but she is not here!Very depressing.I
still cant listen to Sweet Child of Mine without getting sad!I think the
song that says it best is Remember Me this Way:Every now and then , we find
a special friend, who never lets us down, reaches out each time we fall,
youre the best friend that Ive found, I know you cant stay, but part of you
will never ever go away, your heart will stay...

My Poppy, I miss you so much and I always will. You were a picture of strength
through the many problems you faced and that is something I will always carry
with me. Nobody could ever replace you. You were always someone I could count
on and I looked to you for comfort. I love you so much and I miss you. I
know I'll see you again someday, but until I do, I'll be thinking of you.
"... But I'll go on with my life/ We can even say good-bye now if/ If
that's what we have to do/ But here in my heart/ Even my my arms are empty/
I'm still holding on to you " - '' Still Holding On " Clint Black,
Matraca Berg, Marty Stuart. My Love Always, Mary

Michael was my best friend and my entire life. He was sweet, funny,
and devious, in an innocent way. He left me without saying goodbye.
Now all I have are his photos and a world full of memories. How do you look at another sunset without knowing that he can't see it, as well?
He is now my guardian angel.

Drinking and driving never did pay, did it, Rob?
Why did you do it? You are the beloved brother of the late
Michael McDowell, and son of wonderful parents.
You took Rachel with you. You helped me through Mike's death,
and played "Welcome To The Jungle" for me. You will never be
forgotten -- only sadly missed.

This is to my dear mother, whom I love so much you struggled your whole life to raise me, Joe and Julie and it really is a terrible shame that after that was all done, you had to go away. Every day I think about you and miss you since you left I feel a emptiness in my heart, I miss our picnics in the park with your grandkids, your laughter, your smile and most of all just you. I love you so much and wish you never had to leave. But now I know you are watching me from above, just like always taking care of me,
love your daughter
karen

We anticipated your birth very much. To our surprise you came
earlier than expected. During the Easter season, you brought
a light to our lives. But like the quickly passing beauty of
the lily, your life was too short. We miss you so very
much. Please look upon us until we meet again. Love, Mom and Dad.

A beautiful soul with a heart too big and too gentle for this
world, Jack chose to leave just one month shy of his 30th birthday.
He was in search of peace and freedom from heartache. I hope
you have found those things Jack. The world has become a darker
place without the brightness of your smiles and laughter.
You were not just my lover and soulmate, you were my best friend
and a true joy in my life. I am grateful for the gift of you
that you gave me for the time we were together.
Not a moment goes by without thoughts of you,without missing
you so badly that I ache. I keep wishing you would come home
but I know you can't. You are home now and I will look forward
to the day I can once again share a home with you. I love you
my bright, beautiful man. I always have and always will. Janice

To my beloved,
You shall be sorely missed by all your friends and relatives.
We all loved you, The senselessnes of your death has
been a shock to all of us. We shall meet again soon.
Justice will be served before we meet, this has been
my promise and my oath. The roadblocks that have been
put in front of me are slowly crumbling. Our next
meeting will be joyous.

I think of you in silence and often speak your name,
but all I have are memories and your picture in a frame.
My heart still aches with sadness, my silent tears still flow
For what it meant to lose you Debs no one will every know.

Christa Kenyatta McGee and her son, T.J., of Old Branchville Road, died Feb. 13, 2004, in their home. Although Christa attended school in Franklin during her first years, she grew up in Southampton County where she attended and graduated from the public school system. At an early age, she joined First Baptist Church in Franklin. They are survived by her parents, Phillip Christopher and Susette Darden McGee; her sister, LaTonya McGee Dunlow (Michael); stepbrother, Terrance; her grandparents, James and Lavenia McGee; greatgrandmothers, Fedora McGee and Sadie Fields; four aunts, three uncles, eight great-aunts, four great-uncles, cousins and extended family. A tribute to the lives of Christa and T.J. will be Friday at 11 a.m. at Shiloh Baptist Church, 30188 Shiloh Road, Boykins, with the Rev. Anthony Ferebee delivering the eulogy. The Rev. Willie Singletary is the pastor. Burial will be in the church cemetery. Wm. M. Johnson & Sons Funeral Home Inc., 224 S. Main St., Franklin, is conducting a traditional service with dignity.

Though Jack left us all to soon, those who knew him will always know
that he successfully packed a full life into his 36 years. A great
hike leader, a great friend, and, above all else, a wonderful human
being, Jack McGee will be missed forever.

Dear Dad, I'm sorry that we never really knew each other. I was only 6 when you died, and I know the life I have led would have been a very different one if you had stayed alive. To regret one's life is not the case, but I know that I would have had more peace of mind and security if we had not been parted.

I love you Dad, I miss you Dad, sooooo much, I wish i could see your cheeky face just one more time , to hold you and give you a cuddle goodbye.To hear your voice, to see you tap dance all over my wooden floors, To know you bet a winner on the horses and not tell mum even though you only got pennies back, cause you always bet then each way!!!To see you with your new grandaugher ABBEY who was born after you Died, I know your with us every day, you where loved to much and loved us all back in return , to ever leave us!!!It hurts Dad,It never goes away, I see you still walking down the street but when you turn round it never is you and i want to shout out its not fair, why isnt it ever you !!! But you where needed for more important things to do in heaven i know, and that you see us all the time and if it was possiable we would see you to watching over us, standing by us , laughing, crying, sharing the good and the bad times with us still, we just have to look that little bit harder, and know that you are there always.....................We blow a kiss to the sky so blue catch it Dad, its just for you xxxxxxxxxxFrom your loving daughter Anne xxxxxxxxxJOHNXXXXXX MARC, JONATHAN, NICOLLE, AIDEN,AND ABBEY XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Dearest Cara, Your angelic face and beautiful smile are forever etched in
my heart. So quietly you suffered during your brief life and untimely death.
You have taught me to never take the precious gift of life for granted. I
remember picking out your new dress and imagining how beautiful you would
look wearing it. That day would have been your first day of Kindergarten,
however God had other plans for you, for it was to be your funeral instead.
You looked so peaceful, when you finally got to wear that dress. I guess
it was meant to be special as you were being laid to rest. Til we meet again...
Love you always... MCM

SOME PEOPLE COME INTO OUR LIVES AND QUICKLY GO...
SOME PEOPLE AWAKEN US
TO UNDERSTANDING WITH THE PASSING OF THEIR WISDOM... SOME PEOPLE
MAKE THE SKY MORE BEAUTIFUL TO GAZE UPON...
THEY STAY IN OUR LIVES FOR A WHILE LEAVING FOOTPRINTS IN OUR HEARTS AND
WE ARE NEVER THE SAME... you were a very special person and a very special
friend...I don't think you realized what an impact you had on my life and
my heart...you are missed more than words can say...

In memory of my beloved husband who died at age thirty, which
was far too young. We only had a year and ten months together
six and half months of a marriage but this was the best time of
my life. I will always love you and never forget you and no matter
what happens you will always be in my heart and also your friends
and family. You were one in a million. lots of love your darling
wife Catherine xxxxxx

Dear Matt,
I miss you sooo incredibly much! I miss playing basketball with you. You were one of me best friends moving to a new school. You were always so sweat to me. I was going to call you this summer, but you never answered your cell phone, and you never returned my message. I love you matt! I wish you peace and ethernal beauty. May God be with you. Love, Michelle Overton, 15

Chance
Thank you for the soul searching we did, the mind changing thoughts
we had and for forever changing our hearts. You were the most
beautiful baby to ever touch our lives the way you did. You
couldn't be in better company up there in heaven...Although
your stay with us was short your memory lives on forever.

For what little time we had to spend with you, so many hearts
were touched. Your a very special boy and are greatly missed.
Your 6 days of life very extremly hard on you, but I know you
are in a better place now, and that grandma is taking care of
you until your dad and I can be with you again.

I love you dearly, and miss you so much that my heart and arms
ache to hold you.

William "Bill" McGuigan was an incredbily brave and courageous man who was loved and admired by many. His battle with leukemia proved to be the one thing in his life that he couldn't overcome. As his oldest son, I think about him everyday and I wish that I could just sit and talk to him one more time. I love you dad. Just know that you are always in my thoughts and that I love you more than you'll ever know. Billy

"And when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, Let It Be"

Our beautiful princess who was born asleep at 28 weeks gestation, and is now sleeping with the angels somewhere over the rainbow. We will never hear you cry or see your smile and we long to hold you in our arms once more. We will never forget the special cuddles that we had with you in the 2 days that we spent with you. Some people only dream of angels we held one in our arms. One thing that keeps us strong is that you didn't suffer and will never ever suffer in this cruel cruel world. We love and miss you so much sweetheart, sleep tight and rest peacefully with your loving Gran, loved and remembered everyday your heartbroken Mammy, Daddy and big brother Thomas xxx

Michelle, if love alone could have saved you, you would have
never died. In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you
still. In my heart you hold a place, no one could never fill.
If tears could build a stairway, and heart aches make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again. Our family
chain is broken, and nothing seems the same. But as God calls
us one by one, the chain will link again. We love and miss you,
always. Mom, Sheila Elizabeth, Jeffery Keith and Timothy Greg.
Most of all your son Dean.(William Dean), We'll all be together
again one day. We love you Michell, Mom, Sheila, Jeff,Tim,John,
Roxanne, Amanda,Samantha, Dean,Dayton,Bradley,Anthony,Carrie,and
we cannot forget George, Peanut, and Kukala.

Daniel was President of Teamster's Union Local 879 as well as President of
the Hamilton Port Council.He was also a member of the Executive of Teamsters
Joint Council 52.He was the most wonderful husband, father and
grandfather. He loved everyone and would give away his last dollar to
help anyone. His
family ment the world to him and he ment the world to us. Danny was my soul
mate, best friend and the love of my life. I love you Danny and find it hard
to live without you. There isn't a moment that you are not on my
mind. You're loving wife Arlene. Until we meet again.

Honey, you will always be loved by the kids, I and your Mum, siblings, extended
family and friends. You are terribly missed. You were never ours to keep;
you were always Gods. You were a gift from him to us for a short while.
We will always be grateful to have had you in our lives. Missing and loving
you, your wife Kirsti, the kids, Shepherd, Rachel and Petey Your Mum, Jean
McIlroy, brothers Bob and Bill, sisters, Laurie Moskowitz and Wendy McIlroy,
neice Nanae, nephews Jim Leberknight, David Leberknight, Hosea, and Kansai
and your cousins, aunts, uncles and friends

Little sister, daughter, mother, wife and friend.
Your smile and laugh will live with us forever.
Our lives will never be the same because we knew you,
Our future will never be the same because we lost you.
Watch over us from heaven:
Until you welcome us home some day.

"you must be the light" mahatma gandhi said, "that you wish
to see in the world." mark mc inteer remembered those words often and
lived them continuously. He lit up the paths of scores of us who knew and
learned from him. he was born in washington d.c. and made his way to the
cascade foothills of jackson county, oregon in the 1970s. he worked for
the forest service in butte falls, where he's still affectionately remembered.
mark lived hard during those years, shackled by habits that kept him from
the richness of life he wanted. in his successful struggle to break those
habits, mark found the courage, wisdom and compassion that allowed him to
touch so many others. his official work took place mostly through community
works, natural helpers and wings. but off the job, he was never off work;
any conversation you had with mark, any place, any time, on almost any subject,
left you with a measure of his light. during the course of our lives a few
people come along and remind us of the best part of being human, not with
lectures or stories, but with the open tenderness of their hearts. The care
they give us-their patience, their tireless listening, their steady encouragement
to become our authentic selves- is love. and so at the same time they teach
us how to love. that's what mac taught us. mark leaves behind his wife corinna,
their children nakia and abigail, and hundreds of grateful friends, who may
for a moment have trouble following the light. but don't worry, mac. remembering
you, we'll find it again.

The small memorial tribute written here on this page is dedicated to the
memory and loving rememberance of Ai Elbert McIntire (1868-1917), My Grandfather.
Ai Elbert McIntire was born in Harrison County, West virginia USA on 11
November 1868, The son of Joseph H. McIntire (1834-1921) and Mary Ann Bennett
(1843-1897). Ai Elbert McIntire and Sarah (Sallie) Matilda Straight were
married on 24 December 1901. The Reverend J. H. Hess preformed the marriage
service at Mannington, Marion County, West Virginia USA. Ai and Sarah McIntire
owned and operated a small general store for many years at 320 Baltimore
Street in Burt Hill Addition of Mannington, West Virginia USA. Ai Elbert
McIntire passed away at his home in Mannington,Marion County, West Virginia
USA on 7 June 1917 At the young age of Forty-Eight years. Ai Elbert is buried
in the Straight Family Plot at the Whetstone Cemetery located on the outskirts
of Mannington, West Virginia USA. Although Grandfather Ai Elbert passed away
many years before I was born, And I know very little about him. I do know
that he left a very loving family. Ai Elbert was the father of five children.
Two of Ai Elbert's children died very young. Millard Harold died in infancy
and Virginia Alice died at the age of ten years. The remaining three children,
Kenneth M.,Mary Elizabeth, and Ethel Alverta lived full lives, as did their
mother Sarah (McIntire) Currey. All with the memory of a loving father and
husband in their minds and hearts for the length of those lives. Dedicated
to my Grandfather Ai Elbert McIntire whose name I proudly bear.---- David
L. McIntire

A more Loving and Giving Mother there will never be than you
my Beautiful Mother. I still miss you more than words can say.
I wish you were here with us still, but also I am glad your pain
and suffering are gone and you are in greater care now than ever
before. I love you Mom!!! Love your Sweet Girl!!!!

Son of Floyd and Maude McIntosh. Brother to Eva, Ida, Elsie and Archie. Married
Frances Peters in 1939. James Edward, Gerald Eugene, Kenneth Lee,Sandra Kay,
Ronald Wayne and Deron Scott were born to them in their 57 years of marriage.
Dad I think of you often and miss you everyday. God saw you were getting
tired and a cure was not to be. So he put His arms around you and whispered,
come with me. With tearful eyes we watched you suffer,and saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart
stopped beating, hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove
to us He only takes the best. Author Unknown.

How can I begin to say goodbye to my Brother who was Loved so
much but seen so little. I have not seen my brother for ten
years due to circumstances beyond our control. You think you
build walls to protect yourself against hurt, but then you find
out those walls can be torn down in a half second. I wish things
could have been different but I can not change what was. But
I can remember the good times and all the Love of growing up
and all of us always beng together through good times and bad.
So Bill, I hope now you understand and forgive me my ignorance
and please believe me when I say no matter what I always have
and always will Love you. I want you to also know that I forgive
you for all those things in the past-I know you know what I mean.
I Love you Bill, You are my big brother
and this sounds funny because we have not seen eachother but
I will miss you because I know your spirit has left this earth.
I know you are at peace now and you are with Our Lord and also
you are with Mom. So until the day we see eachother again, take
my Love for you with you and please remember that all of us Love
You and we have always Loved you. Love your Baby Sister, Mary

This is for my Dad, I Love my Dad, very very much. I always knew that I Loved him, but until his last ten days here on this earth did I realize just how much. I am thankful to the Lord our God that his pain and suffering are through because he had so much, but I am sad he left us just as he was latching on to a better way to live his life. The last month or so he was with us he seemed to be more at ease with himself and his family, maybe that was a small part of a bigger picture for him, I like to think God had a plan for him and him finding his inner peace, he was preparing him to enter Heaven's gate. Dad, I know you made it home with God, and I know you are with Mom and Billy again and you are at last truly happy and content. I look forward to when we can all be together again. I Love You Dad!!!

Kenneth M. McIntire was born August 9, 1902 in Clarksburg, Harrison Co. West
Virginia, USA. The son of Ai Elbert McIntire (1868-1917) and Sarah (Sallie)
Matilda (Straight) (McIntire) Currey (1878-1959). Kenneth died Jan. 2, 1962,
of Pneumonia at South Side Hospital in Youngstown, Mahoning, Co. Ohio USA.
Kenneth was 59 years old. Kenneth married Mabel C. (Cannon) Cunningham in
1925. Mable the daughter of Morris and Brucellia (West) Cannon was born
in Greensboro, Pa. December 24, 1897 and died of Cancer April 18, 1958 in
Youngstown, Mahoning, Co. Ohio USA. Kenneth M. and Mable C. McIntire had
no children together. Mable married first to Edward Cunningham and to that
union there was one child, Edwin Neal (Buddy) Cunningham (1918-1958). Kenneth
and Mable C. McIntire went to Youngstown Ohio USA. from Greensboro, Pa.
in 1941 and in latter years resided at 383 E. Indianola Ave. in Youngstown,
Ohio USA. Kenneth was a foreman for Standard Slag Company in Youngstown
Ohio for 14 years, before retiring in 1958. Kenneth M. and Mable C. McIntire
are interned at Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Youngstown, Ohio USA.
Kenneth was interned in Lot No. 297 Grave No.1 and Mable was interned in
Lot No. 297 Grave 2. KennethÂ’s interment was Jan. 5, 1962. MableÂ’s interment
was April 21, 1958. Both funerals were by the firm of Shriver-Allison 124
Lincoln Ave. Youngstown, Ohio USA. Kenneth lost his left leg July 7,1927
to gangrene the result of complications stemming from a coal mining accident.
Kenneth M. McIntyre leg is interned in the Straight Family Plot at Whetstone
Cemetery Mannington District, Marion Co. West Virginia USA. Kenneth McIntyre
at the time of his death was survived by two sisters, Mary E.(McIntire) (Conaway)
Jones (1904-1981) who made her home with Kenneth at that time, and Ethel
A. (McIntire) Hummel (1915-1989) who at that time made her home in Fairmont,
Marion Co., West Virginia USA. Both sisters are now deceased. Uncle Â“KennyÂ”
was my mother EthelÂ’s only brother to survive childhood. One brother Millard
Harold died in infancy. One sister Virginia Alice died at twelve years of
age. I remember Uncle Kenny very well. It is my hope that by posting his
information here he will be remembered by others as well as myself for a
long time to come. Uncle Kenny was a kind and generous man while he was
here on God's good earth. It is my prayer that he will rest in the arms
of Jesus through out eternity.------ David and Betty McIntire and family.

Mable C. (Cannon) (Cunningham) McIntyre was born December 24, 1897 in Greensboro,
Green Co., Pennsylvania USA. The daughter of Morris and Brucellia (West)
Cannon. Mable married first to Edward Cunningham and to this union there
was one child, a son Edwin Neal (Buddy) Cunningham (1918-1958). Mable married
second in 1925 to Kenneth M. McIntyre (1902-1962). Mable C. McIntyre, age
60, of 383 E. Indianola Ave. Youngstown, Mahoning Co. Ohio USA. Died of Cancer
at 12:50 a.m. Friday April 18, 1958 at her residence after a two year illness.
Mable and Kenneth McIntyre came to Youngstown, Ohio from Greensboro, Pennsylvania
USA. in 1941. She was the Department Head of LadyÂ’s Apparel at the G. M.
McKelvey Co.in Youngstown, Ohio USA for nine years. At the time of MableÂ’s
death she was survived by her husband Kenneth M. McIntyre (1902-1962), A
sister Mrs. Blanche Harrington of Braddock, Pennsylvania USA., Two brothers
Frank Cannon of Cleveland, Ohio USA. and Claude Cannon of Clarion, Pennsylvania
USA. Her son Edwin Neal (Buddy) Cunningham died April 1, 1958. All the above
survivors are now long since deceased. Funeral services were held on Monday
April 21, 1958 at the Shriver-Allison South Side Funeral Home. Interment
was April 21, 1958 at Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Youngstown, Ohio
USA. Lot No. 297 Grave No. 2. I Remember Aunt Mable as a dear sweet lady
who was very kind and compassionate to all her fellow human beings. She enjoyed
baseball games and wrestling matches on TV and was an avid fan of both. Aunt
Mable suffered tremendously for two years and died a horrible death. It was
a merciful act that the Lord called her home when he did. For then her suffering
was ended.------- David and Betty McIntire and family

Mary McIntrye - my grandmother & my mother's mother - was born in
Methil, Fife, Scotland as Mary Strang. She was brought up in the
Close Brethern
Christian sect, and was a gentle, kind & God-loving lady. She had two
brothers - Rob & Willy - both of whom worked down the coal mines, Willy
dying as a result due to lung disease. She moved in with us when I was 1
year old, & lived with our family in Edinburgh until she died in
1967. She is buried in Leven cemetry in Fife, and I have to say that
despite
the 30 years since she died, I still miss her. I well remember sitting in
front of her little coal fire in her room in our house, the light off, toasting
slices of bread with her brass toasting fork which had broken once, and been
fixed with a bad piece of soldering work in the middle of the shaft - the
flames of the fire giving enough light to make this little boy feel loved
& secure.

Suicide was the end of my brother's life. Yet nothing is finished and
never will be. Life is so hard and even worse when you are living it
in fear and guilt. I can only say how much I miss him, but words will
never express exactly how I feel. I loved and lost, and there are
times when I wish that I had never loved at all.

This memorial is dedicated to a wonderful husband and father who left this
world much to soon. He will be forever missed and never forgotten by his
wife Rita, children Danny and Alyssa, family and friends. I love you babe,
until we meet again. I'll Love You 4-ever Rita

You suffered so long and now you are free. We will miss
you and your constant jabs at non-Michigan fans. We will
miss your silly jokes and pesky talking during class.

I will miss your honesty about your sadness in not finding a
girl who would love you for who you are and not what you
look like. I will miss your response to my comments about
you being funny.

I never got to tell you how much I loved you, because I
thought it would be too embarassing. and I never got to
say goodbye, because I didn't keep in touch with you as much
as I should have. I hope you are somewhere playing basketball,
running, playing on the Internet, and shooting photons at
our physics professor:-)

This is a memorial for a wife, mother, and aunt loved by all and missed forever.
She is now an angel for all to share the way she shared everyone in good
times and bad, with no indifferences to thier beliefs and past. Taken by
the grace of God.

I hope you've found the peace you've been looking for. But I have to wonder if you'd still be with us if I'd called? Would it have made a difference had I insisted you knew that I cared??? I'll never know the answers till my time comes to leave and it comforts me to know that you'll be there to meet me. Until that day, I'll have the memories we've created so many years ago. I'll never forget the talks and disgussions we used to have and the way you'd chase the blues away with your everlasting smiles and outgoing personality.
Everything has changed and nothing will ever be the same without you and I wish I could have taken some of that pain away.
I love you my Friend and you'll always have a special place in my Heart.Someday I know, we'll meet again....

My dear son and friend, you were such an wonderful person. Handsome, funny, intelligent, creative, thoughtful and oh so sensitive; how I miss your presence. I think of you every day and will until we are together again. I know you are in His loving arms and although I know you are at peace now, I still can't help but to selfishly wish that it was my arms instead.

Know that I loved you then, now, and forever,
Your mother, Karen Nutter

I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new, I thought of you yesterday and the day before that too. I think of you in silence and often speak your name, all I have are memories and your picture in a frame.
Your memories are my keepsake with which I'll never part, God has you in his keeping but I have you in my heart.

I'll love you forever and forget you never.
Thank you for being a wonderful father and for giving me the most happiest memories a daughter could ever want.

At seventeen years old, a good friend of mine was taken away tragically in a car crash. He was the only person who understood anything about loneliness. The same lonliness that I felt and in the way of just being there, he saved me. I loved Dave to the ends of the earth but couldn't tell him for he belonged to another. The day of Dave's funeral, the church was full and mourners drowned out the sound of the vicar. I sat and remembered Dave. i remembered his eyes, the eyes that made you feel like a thousand daggers went through your heart as you looked at them. I couldn't believe that the arms that once comforted me were never to be used again. Dave, you were always my ange and now you're an angel for every person to walk the earth. I swear I'll never forget you and although it's maybe too late, but I've always loved you, from the first moment that I saw your face across the dance floor. You'll always be in my heart and in the heart of those who knew you. One day....

When he opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice from the fourth living
creature call out, "Come!" I looked and there was a pale green
horse! It's rider's name was Death, and Hades followed with him; they were
given authority over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword, famine, and
pestilence, and by the wild animals of the earth. Revelation 6.7-8

Allen (Bandit): Your loss is a terrible shock to all of us. Everyone is
reeling right now. You will never be forgotten by anyone. Randy and I loved
you so much. You were Randy's best bud and the big brother I never had.
To live without you will be one of the hardest things we have to do in life.
We'll never forget you getting lost the night before our wedding and you
riding up and down the Fifth Street bridge on your bike because you weren't
sure which park to go to! You made our life's more funny and enjoyable.
You were always ready with a smart remark. Your funeral is going to be
so hard. You were taken from this world so suddenly last Sunday that no one
can quite believe it yet. A car accident somehow seems appropriate, though.
You were doing what you loved most to do. Don't worry about Kathy and Tyler.
We will do all we can to help them with anything they need. We love them
too, especially your little boy, Tyler. We love you and miss you already,
Al. It's only been 2 days, but it seems like forever. Always remembered,
loved and missed by Randy &
Evelyn Peltier

Daddy, we all miss you so. We miss your laughter and your smiles. We miss
the wonderful stories you told.We miss the smells of your good cooking and
enjoying our meals with you. We miss your hello's, when you answered the
phone. We miss watching the heavy- weight champions boxing matches with you.
I really miss fishing with you, Daddy. There are so many new great-grandbabies
that will never know you as the rest of us do. But we will alway's tell them
about the best Daddy and Pap-pa that lived. Good-bye for now Daddy, we love
you so. Rickie,David,Tommy,Joan,Marsha Grand-children, Great-grand-children
And our Beloved Mother

You were such a special young man. You came in to my life so innocent, so
loving. You may have never heard a sound in your short life, but your heart
heard all. You were full of hugs and bugs. You would climb every tree, and
into every heart you touched. Be safe young man. Mommy loves you.

Betty Jean McKoin was one of my best friends. We lived in Camden,
Arkansas and were about to enter the 11th grade in high school. We
sat together in church on Sunday morning before she was critically
injured in an auto accident on Sunday afternoon. I still think about
her, even though it's been almost 30 years since this happened.
Betty's Dad never got over her death, and he died several years ago.
Betty had a great sense of humor and was a barrel of laughs! We went
to church camp together, and would spend week-ends at each other's
house. Betty, I know you're with our Saviour and Master now. You just
beat your classmates there. I have never forgotten you. Please know
that you are loved and missed. Your friend, Deb Farris Marshall

Eilissa M Mclane was hit and killed by a train in Conneaut Ohio,on Jan. 16,1996,
she was 14 years old. We can never cry enough tears or write enough words
to lessen the pain that began the day we lost you. We planted a yellow rose
bush in the yard and it is truly yours, it never has flowers until your birthday.
We take flowers to the cemetary and talk to you often. We miss you and love
you.Whenever we see a soccer game,hear music or see a painting, it brings
you so close.these were the things you loved so dearly. We'll think of you
often,Then you'll never be gone, in our memory you'll live on and on.

This memorial is to my father. We all miss him dearly and even though its
been over two years since you passed away, I still think about you daily.
I miss you Dad and I hope to see you in the future. Love Pete

Frank i love and miss you so much .You were my whole life . I know i will carry on but it will never be the same without you . You were a great husband, dad, grandad and uncle. You will be loved and missed by everyone. I just hope you are with Phil and and are once again happy and without pain.

Phil you are my son and I love you very much. You are the greatest father,son and brother any one could every wish for. You are always kind to every one and are not happy unless every one else is. It gives me so much pleasure to spend time with your son Bradley, he is so much like you. He enjoys making every one happy, and when we are upset he tries to comfort us. I know you are proud of him. We will always love you and remember all the good times we had. I can only hope you can hear me, when I talk to you about things I can not tell any one else. You will always be in the hearts and minds of all who love you.

I want you to know how loved and missed you are by everybody.
We all wish you were here, but realize you would not be the same
. You are with Grandpa and Uncle Steve now. Each day is a struggle,
but to know you are always with me gets me by. Thank you for
letting me be your big sister for eighteen years. You did a great
job putting up with me. I think you know now how much I love
you. You saved four people with your organs, and gave sight to
two others. please watch over them too. You will always be my
"Hero of the Day"

Aaron, How we wish you were with us now. You were such a handsome man. So
full of life and love. You had everything going for you. I miss you greatly.
I thought you you taught our community something about drinking and driving
but only a few short months later another family and all of our friends had
to go threw it all over again. Aaron you death was a shock to us all especially
you friends who loved you so much what we wouldn't give to have you back.
You loved everyone and never judged. Your funeral was so upsetting that my
husband and I had to leave it early because he was so upset and it was months
later until we visited your grave which by the way I think you led us there
because it was by some accident that we just happend to find it and a whole
rush of emotion came flooding back for both my husband and I. We are missing
out on so much fun we could be having now.Aaron I turely miss you so much
and i just want to tell you that I love you now and forever and you will
always be remembered Your friend

Dad, I miss you more than words can say. I do find some peace in knowing that you are up there with our Jimmy to take care of him until we see you both again. I love you and wish every day that you were here with us. Don't worry we'll take care of Mom, Love Always Deb

In memory of mum who is missed greatly. You were a fine mum and I cannot forget
you or the memories I have of us. It's a shame that you died so young but
the times we had together can never be erased. Love you always and god bless
from your daughter Natalie Ann McMillan.xx

Mrs. William C. McMillan passed away after 70 some years.
She leaves a legacy of good will because of her continual
kindness and friendship to others. We offer our prayers
to her husband, Bill, and her children, Thayer, Julie Ann,
Douglas, Philip and Amy, in this sad time.

It is still too painful to think about Sean's death, let alone to write about
him. But I will try. He wasn't a perfect person (who is?) but he had a great
sense of humor and liked to pull pranks on others. He was intrigued by magic.
As a child, he also liked to pretend he was a Private Eye and would skulk
around town, acting like he was on a big "case". He was a very
loving human being. I just pray that he knew I loved him very very much,
from the day he was born. I looked at his wrinkly little face and fell in
love. My mother's instinct kicked in, automatically. I was determined to
love and protect him as best as I could. But my best wasn't enough. I still
lost him - he was only 21 years old. I miss you so much Sean. You are loved.
You and your sister were the best gifts from God I ever received. Love forever,
Mom

Thomas Oliver McNamara, 52, died of complications of cancer
surgery. Born in Akron, Ohio, and lived in Norton most of his
life. Owner and operator of the Ideal Nursing Home of Norton, Ohio.He
was a U.S. Army veteran serving during World War II . He is intered
at Greenlawn Memorial Cemetery.

my great grandmother was one of the sweetest ladies I have ever met. in her program from her funeral they printed one of the most beautiful poems that my great-great-grandmother ever wrote.

praise

praise him with high-sounding cymbols
and an instrument of strings;
sing aloud with joy and gladness
for our god hath done great things.
let the waters of the deep;
the hills and valleys all resound
with the echo of his praises
christ is victor, life is found.

tell it to the souls in prison;
sing it to the world around;
gone is sin and fear and darkness;
immortality is found.
death the monster now is fallen,
and become a mystic shade;
life abundant, everlasting
unto us a gift is made.
let hosanns, hallelujahs,
shouts and singing fill the air,
'til the courts of heaven answer
with elation, praise and prayer.

Jane Newman Hatter

I never got to show granny my baby girl but I know that now she is watching over my beautiful daughter with great love and pride... I love you granny and will have you in my heart always.
deedee

to my grandpa, grandpa you were a great man. after your father died in 1915
you helped your mother take care of sue and gaylord. then when your mother
died in 1917 you took care of your younger brother and sister making sure
that they were almost grown before you married grandma. grandma was previously
married and before her first husband died he asked you to take care of grandma
and her two young children helen and james. you did. then you had fern, my
dad ferrell thomas jr, stella virginia, glen eugene who died in 1954, travis
wayne, mary lee, carl troy and baby mc neelan who died in 1943, four days
after grandma. you worked for several years in the oil fields all over the
south and southwest and farming in eudora arkansaw. the last time i saw you.
you were holding my little girl sarah in your hands. she was 2 months old
and a large baby 8lbs 13ozs at birth, but she looked so small in your large
hands. you may no longer be here but i still catch myself thinking about
you and a tear will fall. then i think grandpa is just fine he's caring for
everyone who has gone on before him. love your grandaughter, carla

Daddy, I just wanted to say that we love you and miss you very much. We know
you are watching us. We are always thinking of you and wish you could be
here to give us a hug when we really need that special touch. We know you
are not hurting anymore and that is what matters. Your granddaughter is getting
so big and I wish you could have been there to see her born, but I know you
had the best seat in the house. We blow kisses up to you and know that one
day, we can see you again in heaven. Hugs and Kisses to you from your love
ones. Love your Pamie

I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me to see the beauty in the world
through my own eyes. You used to rock me in the cradle of your arms. You
said you'd hold me until the pains of life were gone. You said you'd comfort
me through times like these and now I need you. Now I need you... and you
are gone. Now the world outside is such a cold and bitter place. Here inside
I have few things that will console. Since you've gone and left me, there's
been so little beauty, but I know I saw it clearly through your eyes. I think
on the things that made me feel so wonderful when I was young. I think on
the things that made me laugh, made me dance, made me sing. I think on the
things that made me grow into a being full of pride. And I remember all the
things that I was told. I know a please, a thank you, and a smile will take
me far. I know that I am you and you are me and we are one. I know that who
I am is numbered in each grain of sand. I know that I have been blessed again
and over again. I love you grandpa. You would talk to me when no one else
would. You would play with me when no one else would. you would make me laugh
when I was sad and bring me ginger ale when I was sick. You would always
encourage me. you taught me family is the most important thing in the world.
You are the greatest man I ever knew. You are the greatest man i will ever
know. I hope I find someone to marry who is just like you. I thought I couldn't
live without you but I am always living with you. Everywhere I go you are
there. I love you.

Anna May was my grandma. She was a very sweet woman. Two years ago one
week after my 11 birthday she became very ill and was rushed to the hospital.
She spent almost a year in the hospital. When she came out she could bearly
walk . She died last month. It was a sad event but people kept it light.
I guess you could say she was not my real Grandma. Her son Marty and my
mom are not married but she treated my mom like a daughter so we called her
"Grandma". When she died my grandpa hade to choose a saying for
her funeral cards. It says: God saw you getting tired And a cure was not
to be, So he put his arms around you And whispered, "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you, And saw you pass away. Although we loved
you dearly, We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard
working hands at rest. God brokeour hearts to prove to us, He only take the
best.

Mike, this is for you buddy. I never thought you would die, ever. How can somebody so full of life leave this world? I'm sorry that I couldn't come visit this winter and go skiing and partying with you. Cassie was pretty torn up. I called her to tell her and pretty much listened to her cry for a couple of hours. Your impact on our lives was really brought to attention by two crowded services and all of the teary eyes. There are so many "one time Mike and I..." stories, I could right a book. Well, I hope you read this. I'll see you at the big party in the sky, but hopefully not for a while. We all miss you like crazy!

Kristan, your life was taken so suddenly and tragically. You will missed
greatly by everyone. Just know that I love you and miss you very much! You
meant a lot to me and to everyone that you knew. You will never be forgotten.
You will live on forever in our hearts.

This is in memory of my daughter Angela Marie, who lost her battle
with cancer. She went through one hell of a year in treatment
before she was taken from me. Angie was a very intelligent and
loving girl and remained brave throughout her illness. My hope
is that one day I will be with her again. My prayers go out to
other parents who are going through this disease. May there be
a cure sometime in the future so that my daughter's death will not be in vain.

There are moments when one special friend makes a difference that noone else can, a friend understands the unspoken words in your heart....you always knew what i was thinking, how i was feeling n what i was about to say i amso glad that i had you in my life and grateful the rest of my life that u were the special brother in mine..i love you norm forever and ever.Love Always Your sister Karin.xoxo

Dearest Jack,
We just wanted to let you know that we miss and love you more each day and we always will.It's nearly 3 years since you flew to heaven,but it seems like yesterday.We wish we could see,kiss and cuddle you one more time.But we know if we could,we would never let you go again.Wherever you are and whatever your doing Jack,always know that one day we will be together again,forever.Until then,sleep tight little man.Goodnight,godbless.
All our love,hugs and kisses mummy,daddy and big brother Daniel xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Once in a lifetime, someone will pass our way that will make such an indention
that the heavens even feel the effects - and so it was with Sherry. She had
the presence of thunder, a heart as big as the sun, and the passion and strength
of a mighty river. She found her way to heaven on a cold, snowy, and icy
morning in January. She was driving home with three other friends when her
car went out of control and was hit by a semi truck on I 79 in Clarksburg
WV. Sherry and two of her friends were killed instantly. She worked for the
Federal Bureau of Investigation Finger Print Indentification Center in Clarksburg.
She grew up in a small town in West Virginia called Cameron. She graduated
from Cameron High School in 1986. She is missed by all of her family and
friends. Her laughter and her smile will always be remembered. She was are
little devil on earth but now she is our little angel in heaven. We miss
and love you so much Sherry. Peace Peace

You were "The Wind Beneath My Wings" and I love and miss you more than you will ever know. My biggest regret is that we could not say good-bye, you were gone in an instant and I do not understand. I'm having such a hrd time coping with being alone. We spent every minute together and I miss that, but I try to realize God has his reasons. No farewell words were spoken, No time to say good-bye, You were gone before we knew it, And only God knows why. If tears could build a stairway, And memories a lane, I'd walk right up to Heaven, And bring you back again. I will love you and miss you forever, Nan

Beloved husband,father,grandfather and friend.He was the most
respected man I know.He was a caring,gentle man and would never turn
away anyone in need.His death was a tragedy to us all.He will never be
forgotten.

Nana,
You were loved by all who knew you. I will always remember
our late night talks when I was little. We all miss you
very much. Look over Grandpa and take care of him.
He loved you more than you will ever know for 57 years.
You will always be in my heart.

Always remembered and loved by your father, your brother, your
sisters and friends. The bonds of love will always keep us
together. You will always be a part of our heart, our soul and
prayers. 'Till we meet again.